but look at those idiots here

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all the times he surprised her and the one time he didn’t…

How to Flirt with a Queen like Jon Snow -Finale Update 

Step 1) Challenge her: Whatever you do, don’t bend the knee. Be defiant & irrational as hell! 

Step 2) Casually drop BDSM subtext into conversation

Step 3) Be Mysterious : Just when your wingmam builds up your backstory, stop him as he is about to disclose the most intriguing information about you. A little something for her to think about when you’re not around.

Step 4) Casually throw in your man-pain into the mix during casual chit chat as you brood and sombrely stare in the distance. Sun setting over the sea in the backdrop helps the aesthetic.

Step 5) Take her to a pretty cave. Girls love dimly lit caves for first dates.

Step 6) Introduce her to your hobbies and interests, which in your case is white walkers and white walkers alone. Couples who nerd out together stay together.

Step 7) Establish non-sexual physical contact to make sure that you’re welcome in her personal space. 

Step 8) Tell her you believe in her when she comes to you with a problem. She wants someone to listen, not to problem solve.

Step 9) The key to every single mother’s heart is, gain your future step childrens’ trust. Since her kids are literal fire breathing dragons who could kill you, it’s high risk, high reward. But if you succeed…Boom Overies! 

Step 10) When your competition tries to steal your thunder to impress your girl, activate full alpha male irrational mode.  It’s a bad plan but it’s worth it because you found out that she fears for your life more. 

Step 11) Leave her with a fearless warrior’s goodbye, like the smooth talking bastard you are and hope that she misses you half as much as you did when you waited for her at the cliff daily hoping she would return safely from battle.

Step 12) Oh shit she flirted back. Shit…shit…shit…you weren’t prepared for this. Be cool, Jon! Quick, say something normal and Kingly. 

Step 13) No situation is too dire to not check in and send a raven to bae, even when a hoard of ice zombies are chasing you. Especially, when a hoard of ice zombies is chasing you, because now that your jealous alpha male daze has passed, you can see that your plan sucks and only bae can save the day.

Step 14) Admire her badassery when she literally descends from the sky on a firebreathing dragon like the angel of death here to save you in your most hopeless moment. Congratulations! You now know how much she loves you. If you are the shortest person in the squad, shove them aside to check out  bae.

Step 15) Don’t miss the opportunity to put your heroics on display. If you swing your sword like a total badass, maybe she’ll want to hold your other sword later.

Step 16) Even while dying of hypothermia flex your chest and abs when she’s looking. Gotta be hot and mysterious with those scars until your dying breath.

Step 17) Comfort her as she grieves, apologise for the plan that caused her great loss and most of all now that she’s all in, bend the fucking knee already.

Step 18) Come up with a cute an endearing nickname for her and casually slip it into conversation.

Step 19) Now that you know she has triggering memories of that nickname, settle for her greatest kink instead.

Step 20) Did she just hold your hand? Yes! It really is her greatest kink! Now that you are on on a winning streak like the smooth bastard you are and there’s solid hand holding action going on, don’t let go. Hold on tighter and look at her with those longing direwolf puppy eyes and beg her to stay. You might be at the brink of death but you’ve died before, no big deal, you can muster the strength to bone.

Step 21) Well how about that you horny idiot? You read all the signs wrong! Now is not the time, she’s grieving. Close your eyes to escape this awkward situation before you die of embarrassment and pretend to sleep. You’re doing great sweetie.

Step 22) Declare your loyalty to her at the least opportune time. It might seem ill advised, but you’re not here for politics, you’re here to look sexy in your furcoat & turn on your woman.

Step 23) Now that she’s completely onboard with your zombie killing interests, learn more about her heritage & culture. ‘Couples who nerd out together, stay together’ is a two way street. Gotta learn everything about Dragons & High Valarian quotes.

Step 24) You’ve been a defiant & unimpressed bad boy all this time but in her most hopeless moment, confess how amazing she is in your eyes. 

Step 25) As someone who has come back to life even though the witch performing the ritual didn’t believe she could do it, you dont buy into magic birth control setup by low level witches. Slip your ability to impregnate her casually into conversation.

Step 26) Invite her on your boat, nothing sets the room like a romantic cruise.

Step 27) Come on Jon, you’ve fought zombies! Don’t be afraid to ride the dragon…knock on her door already & just barge in like the smooth & take charge bastard you are.

Step 28) Take a moment to really appreciate & let it sink in that you actually are balls deep in your Queen. You did it Jonny boy! You do know some things ;)

Dany’s version - How to flirt with a King like Daenerys Targaryen 

The Story of Smeraldo - The 8th Story

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KRN - ENG © ktaebwi / Naver Blog link

As ‘Flower Smeraldo’ shop is planned to open in mid September, I have been busy with planning for the custom clearance and method of delivery & storage for Smeraldo.

That’s why I couldn’t log into this blog for a while. So when I came back to check out as the event is ending soon,
I saw that many people are interested in Smeraldo. Many participated in the event as well.
Thank you everyone so much.

Actually today’s a very happy day for me. I received the first order!!

I went to the shop’s construction site at around noon and a handsome young man was peeking in and entered the shop.
This sounds weird, but my heart jolted.
It’s like I was meeting someone I knew for a long time but have been forgotten.

Truthfully, I wasn’t supposed to go to the construction site today, but somehow I wanted to go there from the morning,
maybe it was to meet this person.
I was kind of scared too, I don’t know, anyway it was weird.

An even more surprising thing is, the flower that this customer came to find was Smeraldo!
He said he didn’t know this was a Smeraldo-specialized shop, he just came in as if something was luring him.
This is fate, isn’t it?
Ultimately, I received an order of Smeraldo from him.
It’s the first official order in Korea!

▲ Delivery slip of the first order of Smeraldo in Korea I received from the customer.
I haven’t got the shop’s delivery slips yet so I used the post-it note I took with me.

(Content: Smeraldo bouquet 1
Date of delivery: Late August (contact again later)
Delivery address: Contact later
Cash: ₩____
Contact: 010 ___ _____)

(The autograph is Jin’s autograph)

Actually, because of the heat these days, the supply and demand ​for Smeraldo isn’t easy.

So I told him that I probably wouldn’t be able to deliver it until the end of August,
and after thinking for a while, he said that would be a perfect timing, so I was able to take the order without any problem.
But looking at the expression of the customer when he said that, I knew it. It was his present for an important someone.

So I told him.
“I want to give you a card with Smeraldo drawing, what would you like to be written on it?”
He hesitated for a while and then wrote some sentences. What did he write?
I can’t tell you that, since it was his personal matter.
I asked him again. “But why must it be Smeraldo?”
His answer was “Because I want to be a good person”.
It must mean he wants to be “a good person” to the one who will receive the Smeraldo right?

After he left, I thought a lot about what happened long ago.
What if I had told my sincere feelings like that customer?
But obviously saying “what if” is meaningless.
I lost her like an idiot, but I hope that customer would be able to deliver his sincere feelings and be happy.

The event is the same, it was created with the purpose of delivering people’s sincere feelings to those who mean a lot to them.
It’ll end at 10PM tonight and the winners will be announced shortly. Please look forward to it.
There were many stories sent here so it might take a while, please kindly understand.

Your bad driving caused you to not get hired.

(warning: long story)

Background: I work for a construction company that has many divisions but I work in the new construction section. I’ve been working at this company for about 5 years but actually worked along with my Dad who had 30+ years at the same company. Because of his long tenure in not only the field but with the company I got a lot of inside perks. I created a lot of very beneficial professional relationships through him. My dad recently became very sick (suffering from liver and throat cancer stage 4) and had to stop coming to work. My Dad and I were the only office guys in the department, so once he stepped away I became number 1 guy in the department, making all the decisions. This detail will come into play later.

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I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader (angst?)

First, thank you very much for your comment, and then here for a somewhat angsty story based off your prompt  :-) ( I never know if I achieved my goal in making people feel with my stories so you know…). Hope you’ll like it :

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No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

If he had been more careful, this all situation could have been avoided. His father wouldn’t be heart broken, and his mom…his mom…

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him, his mother…He couldn’t even think the words. It hurts too much. To think he was the cause of it all ? It was even worst.

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him…Without him…Without him his mother would have never left.

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Jocks and Jughead

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Summary: You caught the eyes of Archie and Reggie, but they don’t know Jughead has your heart.

A/N: This is my first request so thank you anon ilysm :)

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warning: hot boys


You looked up at the dark sky, and a dark roll of thunder echoed through the metal stands. The clouds let out small droplets of water, occasionally picking up with intensity, but nothing too intolerable. Your head fell back slowly to look at the football team practicing. They were running drills, and for some reason, on this ominous and gloomy day, Reggie and Archie were shirtless. The water mixed with sweat and their hair was flattened to their forehead. As the coach blew the whistle for the next drill, Reggie and Archie led the pack. Their muscular legs carried them farther than any other guy, and nobody had a chance. When they ran back around, both their heads turned to look into the stands. 

The only reason for them looking was because you were the only living spectacle in a mile radius of the school. Or in the bleachers. At least, that was your thinking. Their minds were filled with you. How you spoke, your kindness, your grace and beauty. How much they wanted to share a shake with you. How they wanted to wake up next to you, your hair laced in their fingers, your head on their toned chest. It drove them mad, and they wanted to make you feel the same.  

As the coach let the guys take a water break, Reggie and Archie ran to their bags on the fence, which was in front of the bleachers. You stood from your seat and walked over to the edge of the stands.

“So, what’s with the no shirt? And looking over here every millisecond? Do you think that Cheryl is gonna magically appear with the Vixens, so you guys have some eye candy to look at while doing some push ups?”

Reggie shook his head, water droplets flying off his head. He had a tight smirk on his face.

“Nah babe, I just really like the rain.”

Archie rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his tangled orange locks.

“I didn’t bring a change by accident.”

You laughed at the thought, and then you heard footsteps clanging on the stands. Jughead walked towards you, a dopey grin on his face. Your heart danced when you stood up and slowly walked towards him. Of course, from the wet metal, you slipped about three steps in. 

Bracing for impact, you felt two strong hands grab you by the waist and helped pull you back upright. You opened your eyes to see Jughead in your face, laughing slightly.

“You good there, Juliette?”

You scoffed at the comment, then turned around to see Archie and Reggie glaring at Jughead. The rain came down slightly harder and you looked up to see lightning, and like that, you understood why they were acting this way. Putting your hands on Jugheads, which were still on your hips, you laced your fingers with his. A newfound confidence emerged and you had a plan in your head.

“Hey Jughead, wanna ditch this place and go grab a burger?”

He let out a throaty groan of delight and pulled you into his chest. He got closer to your head and let out an airy laugh.

“You had me at ‘Jughead’.”

Jughead pulled away, keeping one hand laced with yours and carefully tugged you along. You turned around to see the guys furious; they were visibly red. You used your free hand to blow them a kiss each.

“Those idiots were fighting over me this whole time. Thank you for saving my ass, literally and metaphorically.”

He turned around and looked you in your eyes. A genuine smile appeared on his face.

“I honestly came here to ask you on a date, but you beat me to it. At least I did it before these gorillas tried something with you.”

anonymous asked:

can you maybe write something about richie and eddie's first kiss where edddie takes richie's glasses off right before? im dying of feels for these boys who'd get so nervous around each other

He wanted to kiss him.

Hi, i hope this is okay! Sorry for any mistakes.



During summer Sunday afternoons, the Derry theater was the place to be. For most days, all the losers would come running into the dark building to escape the outside heat, and find their seats where they’d take up half the row and kick their feet up.

The Derry Theater always had a summer deal, or ‘steal’ as Richie liked to call it. They’d play classic hits for 3.00 per ticket, and snacks would be down a dollar.

“We should see E.T.,” Mike suggests.

Richie argued back, “No way! Gremlins is the way to go.”

“We saw that two weeks ago, Richie.”

It would usually take about 15 minutes before everyone either gave up or finally all decided on one film they could agree on.

But today was a rainy, dark Sunday.

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i hate you, (but of course) i love you

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre:
exes au / fluff with a dash of angst
warnings:
alcohol mention & cursing
word count:
10,049
description:
waking up hungover is bad enough, but considering jungkook’s record of drunken mishaps, his worst (and best) experience is being handcuffed to his ex, Y/N.
author’s note: let me just say a huge thank you to @tendershepherd for reading this over and always encouraging my endless amount of jungkook ideas that i’m slowly starting to write <3

Originally posted by sooyoungspark


With light filtering between the half-drawn blinds, Jungkook’s brain has already begun the process in waking him from glorious slumber. Summer time has always been a blessing and curse because with far too much freedom in those three months without homework or group projects, he’s left with nothing but to indulge in random festivities with his friends that only leave him hungover or even more exhausted than his body can keep up with. And yet, the moment his body is sure it’s awake, he feels a pounding from the confines of his skull. This telltale sign is more than enough to tell him what he did, though the moment he tries to turn over, there’s a tug of tension at his wrist. Sirens are ringing in his head, and it isn’t just from his brain enacting revenge for last night’s stupidity. Worst of all, from the warmth of soft flesh beside him, he’s certain that he’s not the only one in the bed.

Fuckfuckfuck, he repeats like his own personal mantra. It offers no comfort, of course, but he slowly eases himself into turning toward his partner. The words still echo in his mind as he does so.

His head is still pounding, but his own breath catches halfway past his lips as soon as he realizes who’s in his bed—Y/N.

From the tufts of hair peeking out of his light blue comforter, the unruly locks that never seemed to obey even when you tried your best to tame it, to the way you snuggled deep into the plush comfort of the mattress. He used to swear you only loved him for that damn thing, and yet that was exactly two months ago. He still knows Y/N better than anyone who’s slept in this bed with him—the number itself is still pretty small—he just can’t help the panic that seems to cross his mind.

Did we…?

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Saving Me Roman Godfrey x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: A Roman Godfrey imagine where the reader is attacked by something or someone in the woods then when she’s about to be killed Roman saves her. When he does he falls in love for the reader, at first sight and he promises that she’ll be okay and that he’ll protect her. Just make it fluffy please, thank you!

MAJOR WARNING: GRAPHIC GORE AND BLOOD + MINOR SEXUAL SITUATIONS. THIS IS HEMLOCK GROVE AFTER ALL

Note: Enjoy 

Originally posted by mlle02love

Originally posted by charmantaelita

All of your friends liked to call you “Red”.

Short for “Little Red Riding Hood” even though your true name was (Name). The reason behind the nicknames was for many reasons but the most obvious reason was because ever since you could remember you loved the color red and wore it everyday.

Not to mention your favorite fairy tale growing up was Little Red Riding Hood. For some odd reason you just seemed to relate with the character in the book and wanted her courage to be able to stand up to the wolf when he asked her what was in her basket.

To make matters even more coincidental your mother used to raise abandoned and sick wolf puppies. You loved to play with them like real puppies and had actually adopted one you named Beo.

You had found him when you were 12 well you were walking down the street to your grandmothers house. You had found him laying on the road whimpering and injured. He was the runt of the family so he was smaller compared to the others and appeared to have not even opened his eyes.

Your mother told you either keep the animal there since the adult was looking for them or bring it back home if it was injured and the poor wolf looked like it was about to bleed out.

So you wrapped Beo up in your red hoodie and hurried to take him back home. Your mother cleaned him up and had stitch his leg from what she said a feral cat attacking him.

The momma wolf probably thought he was dead and left him behind but you and your mom certainly weren’t going to give up on him. You made sure to feed him special milk from a tube and talk to him and cradle him until he was healthy and finally able to open his eyes.

You and him had developed such a tight bond that you couldn’t let him go and your mom accepted to keep him as a pet. Ever since then you’d been best friends since you didn’t have much friends at school.

You went to Hemlock High and really it was one of the crappiest schools ever. You were a senior and you could drive but you choose to walk from your home to school to avoid having to deal with others.

That was probably why you didn’t have any friends. You were bullied since 1st grade about you being “Little Red” so you were always quiet and independent in class and only spoke if a teacher asked a question.

Sure enough another day had started and you were walking down to school with a messenger bag slung over your shoulder. Today you were wearing a red plaid lace up dress with black details and brown combat boots.

You had on black leggings underneath your dress knowing how boys here liked to sneak peek under girls skirts and dresses. Most of the girls here were sluts anyways who purposefully bent over with heels on to get the idiots to meet them behind the gym after school.

You tugged on the hood of your red fleece coat as you passed by one of those said idiots.

Roman Godfrey.

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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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Todoroki: *walks in the viewing room after Bakugou and Midoriya’s test* What did I miss?

Uraraka: They got their asses handed to them

Iida: Uraraka! You were supposed to let him down gently!

Todoroki: *dramatically turns to the exit* …those idiots

Uraraka: Wait! *grabs onto Todorokis arm*

Todoroki:

Uraraka: I think the underlying message here is that…they looked pretty gay doing it

Todoroki: *wipes away a single tear* Damn right…

anonymous asked:

While at a hotel the Chocobros and their girlfriends get into a bad argument, the guys say something they regret from anger (like "I don't need you anymore" something angsty as hail) and when their S.O's sneak out of the hotel during the night, the guys freak out? Your blog is awesome by the way

Thank you so much! <3 Things said out of anger can ruin relationships all the time. This is both a fun and unique prompt that I looked very forward to writing.

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Noctis

Noctis dug his fingers in his hair, it had been 4 hours, 4 hours ago, he had yelled at you, over something so stupid.

“Just leave me the hell alone, since I’m not good enough for you, why don’t you just leave.”

The look of hurt, betrayal and sadness that crossed your face, only for you to stand up straight. Staring the man in the eye,

“All right, fine.”

Had he not been so upset, the Prince wouldn’t now be sleeping on the far side of the bed, rolling over to look to you. Maybe he could apologize in the dead of night, and it would help his mind to rest just a little. Only to realize that you weren’t there! Yet he felt you get in the bed.

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"We both know you don't mean that."

It was Friday night after a home game, so Nicky, Kevin, Aaron, Andrew and Neil were at Edens. Nicky threw back his fifth “celebratory” shot in the last three minutes. The Foxes had won of course, 5-1.
After another few shots, Aaron and Nicky disappeared to the dance floor and Kevin downed another packet of dust. Andrew and Neil sat at the table, Andrew drinking whatever concoction Roland had made him and Neil nursing his coke.
For once, Neil lost track of time. He didn’t count the minutes and didn’t count the songs or the shots or the drinks Kevin was inhaling. He barely kept track of how much coke he was drinking himself. He relaxed. He was safe. They all were.
He was…. happy.
A while later, Andrew abruptly stood up from his chair.
Neil looked over at him. “What-”
“Stay.” Andrew didn’t say anything else as he turned away and made his way through the crowd, disappearing in seconds.
Neil turned to Kevin but didn’t bother to ask the question- the dark haired man was slouched and half passed out already.
Cursing, Neil looked around again. Andrew had told him to stay, so by all rights he should do just that. But Andrew had looked stressed, alarmed… frightened. Neil ran his fingers through his hair, cussing himself out for relaxing to the point he didn’t notice Andrew’s state. Normally he would’ve seen this coming.
So he did the only thing he could think of; he counted and he scanned.
30 seconds.
He scanned every face he could see directly in front of him.
60 seconds.
He turned and scanned the faces across the room near the booths.
120 seconds.
He turned again and scanned the faces behind him.
180 seconds.
He turned again and scanned the faces near the bar.
240 seconds.
He kneeled up on his seat and tried to glimpse the people coming up and down from the dance floor.
300 seconds.
Absolutely no sign of the blonde.
Neil tried calling him but it went to voicemail. He texted but it stayed unread for another 100 seconds.
By now Neil was panicking. This wasn’t like Andrew.
With a final look around, Neil got off his seat and made his way to the bar, turning and scanning faces the whole way.
He waved down Roland who sauntered over.
“How many this-”
“Where’s Andrew?”
The question clearly took the man by surprise as he blinked and rocked back on his heels.
“What?”
“Andrew got up and disappeared a few minutes ago,” Neil said. Six minutes, his brain silently added. “He’s not answering.” Neil knew Roland and Andrew used to make out so of course Andrew trusted the man. Neil just hoped he knew Andrew well enough to know where he would go off to like this.
Roland was silent for a few seconds before he spoke carefully.
“Did he say anything?”
“He told me to stay in my seat,” Neil said, trying to ignore the guilt at the fact he clearly wasn’t doing that very well.
Roland seemed to think that too but didn’t say it. Instead he looked around.
“Did he say anything in Andrew language?”
Neil blinked. Maybe Roland did know Andrew well after all.
“He looked stressed. I think he might have had a flashback,” Neil said hesitantly. Roland’s face dropped. “He looked scared.”
Roland chewed his lip, looked around the room again.
“Two options,” he said quickly. “Either the hallway to the back exit or the storage room. Come on.”
With that he hurried around the bar, waving at one of the other barstaff before he arrived at Neil’s side.
Neil followed the tall man through the crowd until they got to a locked door. Roland keyed in a code and pushed the door open.
“Minyard, you in here?” he called out. Neil couldn’t help but note the gentle undertones of his voice. After a few seconds he reached in and flicked the light on. He pushed the door open more and stepped in enough to look behind it, before flicking the light off and letting the door shut.
“This way,” was all he said as he lead Neil through the club to another door, keyed in another code and pushed the door open enough to step in and turn to look around. He sighed and stepped back, holding the door open for Neil.
Suddenly nervous of the state Andrew could be in, Neil gingerly walked forward and into the hallway. Roland shut the door behind him and Neil squinted in the dull orange lighting. A few yards down the hallway, Andrew sat on the floor with his back against the cement wall, and had drawn his knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, his head bowed.
Neil chewed his lip before moving down the hall, and sat a foot away from Andrew. He didn’t say anything and didn’t look at the man beside him, instead gazing forward ar the cement wall across from them.
“I told you to stay.”
It wasn’t a question but Neil answered anyway.
“You did.”
Silence. “You also gave me a key,” Neil continued. “You gave me trust. You gave me honesty. You gave me another chance. You gave me hope. You gave me a life.” Now he turned to look at Andrew only to find the blonde man already glaring at him. “You told me to stay.” Neil held the icy blue gaze. “So this is me doing that.”
Andrew’s glare intensified and he turned away.
“I really fucking hate you,” he said, but his utter stillness gave away how untrue that was now.
“We both know you don’t mean that.”
It wasn’t a question so Andrew didn’t answer.
The two sat in silence another few minutes before Neil asked the question circling around his head.
“What happened?”
Andrew was silent for a full two minutes before he replied.
“Where are we?”
“Edens.” Neil didn’t know where this new line was going.
Andrew glared again. “Neil.”
Neil tried to think of another response.
“Colombia.”
Andrew returned his glare to the poor cement wall. “I saw someone who looked like him.”
It took neil a few seconds but when he realised who Andrew meant he felt so stupid for not realising sooner.
“We could leave.” Neil didn’t look at Andrew by his side. “Drive to your house. Or we could go back to the dorm.”
Andrew was glaring at him again.
“And those other three idiots?”
“They have legs,” Neil said. “Andrew if you need out of here, we can leave right now.”
Andrew’s glare softened a little and Neil already knew the answer.
Andrew stood up and Neil followed him down the hallway to another door with a pushbar, and then out into the cool night air. They walked quickly to the car parked in the lot around the corner and as Neil caught the keys Andrew threw at him, he realised just how bad the flashbacks must have been for Andrew to not drive.
“Where are we going?” Neil asked as he started the engine and pulled out of the lot.
“Home.”
Neil turned the car and drove to Andrew’s - Nicky’s- house, parking the car out front.
They sat in silence before Andrew stiffly got out the car and walked up the drive. Neil sent a quick text to Nicky -
‘Andrew & I left early, Kevin’s still at the table. U’ll hav 2 walk to the house.’
- before hurrying up the path after Andrew.
They walked into the house together and Andrew lead neil upstairs to his room. Neil hovered in the doorway.
“Do you still want me to stay in here? I can take the couch if you’d prefer.”
The blonde looked at him for a few seconds.
“Stay,” he said again.
On Andrew’s request Neil took his armbands and shirt off before getting into bed and answering ‘Yes’ to Andrew tracing his scars to ground himself in the present.
The two fell asleep and Neil did as Andrew had said. He stayed.

You Never Really Loved Me - Reddie

One year anniversaries are always supposed to be filled with love and celebration. Not heartache and the loss of someone you never saw something like this coming from…

hey guys so originally i was going to make this a stenbrough oneshot (bc i love my gay sons and they are underrated) but my friend convinced me to make this a reddie oneshot instead soooooo i hope that’s okay. i will 100% be writing some stenbrough stuff soon!

also, a quick thank you for 150 followers wow i love you all

i hope you enjoy this! -E

Warnings - swearing, cheating

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From Enemies to Lovers Pt:5

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

Pt:1 Pt:2 Pt:3 Pt:4 Pt:5 Pt:6  Pt:7 Pt:8 Pt:9 Pt:10 Pt:11 Pt:12 Pt:13 Pt:14 Pt:15FINALE


Originally posted by bwiseoks

They all stared at me as if to say I’m crazy.

“Hyung what are you talking about?” Hoseok was clearly confused.

“Like I said-”

“No I heard what you said, we all did.”

“Don’t cut me off.” I say sternly.

“When did you hear this?” Namjoon asked, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was trying his hardest to think of something.

“Right at the start of your friendship. You know that time when I thought I loved her and was always too shy to freaking talk and go near her?”

“Before she moved away?” Yoongi asked, also with his eyebrows furrowed. Was this a new look or what?

“Yes, I don’t have the time and date if you’re curious about that.” I say rolling my eyes at them.

“Hyung you got it all wrong. You messed up so bad.”  Namjoon didn’t know whether to mad or laugh. “You fucked up, you’ve hated her this whole entire time for no reason.” 

“Namjoon what are you talking about?”

“Did you by any chance hear Y/N say. ‘You think I’d be friends with those idiots? You’re joking right? I don’t even like them, I’m just using them fora bit of popularity before I make it in the industry.’“

“What the hell Namjoon you knew and you’re still friends with her?! Are you stupid? You’re all being used!” I shouted at him like a lunatic.

“Hyung I hate to burst your bubble but you’re idiot here.” Namjoon continued to speak, all the members looked just as confused as I did aside from Yoongi.

“Excuse me?” I say, obviously taken aback that he had called me an idiot.

“Hyung, do you even know what Y/N aspires to be?” Yoongi asked me.

“How the hell would I know that I’m not friends with her remember?”

“Exactly, because you never got the chance to know her properly, you never got to know that she’s training to be an actress. You never knew that she was rehearsing lines with Namjoon that evening when you walked passed and heard her say what she did. Those things you thought were about us? Those were her lines for an audition, that quite frankly you ruined for her because you made her cry so much the night before she got sick and couldn’t even go to the audition.” Yoongi said so calmly it sent shivers down my spine.

“What?” I say barely even a whisper.

“You heard me hyung.” With that every single one of them that remained in the living room, left me. Left me standing there with my jaw hanging. 

I fucked up.


Request for 6~

hurricanesunny  asked:

//downs entire cup of coffee ok. ok so uh. au where jeremy is a movie (movie!) actor who just landed his first major break as the male lead in a romcom with fellow co-star christine canigula, part-time actress, part-time broadway star, fulltime america's sweetheart. hollywood LOVES jeremiah heere, even if he's a lil overwhelmed by the sudden red carpets and paparazzi swarms. chloe works as head makeup stylist, brooke is in the costuming department, (CONT)

sfhdkjJJSFHSDHFDSHHHH DAMN SUNNY BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE INCREDIBLE AUS IM GONNA YEET

  • i CANNOT BELIEVE michael mell does not know who jeremy heere Is because everybody knows who he is. the hype for the movie (which is named Play Rehearsal because why the fuck not) is A Lot and jeremy gains a dedicated fanbase who watches every episode of an obscure tv show he’s been in, digs up shots of him doing various theatre productions through college, and one (1) shaky hand camera video of jeremy dressed a door in a pre-school play. jeremy is charming and kind and just the perfect amount of shy that makes people fall in love. when he gets signed on for the movie, everybody goes nuts.
  • jeremy is really fucking happy because here he is!! filming a movie!! (MOVIE!!) with christine canigula (CHRISTINE!!). he really is an incredible actor and he and christine have fantastic comedic and romantic chemistry. he loves acting and he loves his job and usual stress/doubts aside, he’s loving working on this film
  • but also ACK the attention is really overwhelming. logically, he knows that it comes with the job, but he went from basically a nobody to Rising Star. jeremy blended in seamlessly throughout his childhood, almost a professional at being a background character you overlook, and now. he’s getting recognized when he goes out to do groceries. he loves his fans so much!!! but also it’s rather nervewracking!! he didnt think he’d start fantasizing about days where he could go out and not get noticed, but here he is. he just wants a donut.
  • when he brings this up to chloe, she tosses him a pair of sunglasses. brooke takes those sunglasses and gives him a pair of much cheaper much less inconspicuous Not Designer sunglasses. jeremy gets the concept and digs out an old faded hoodie from high school and a cap (because he’s watched the scene in ca:tws. it’s incognito time) and makes that his Going Out And God I Hope Nobody Notices Me outfit. despite making it look like an idiot, it actually works. 
  • until michael mell, the dude who doesn’t know who jeremy heere is cuz his media consumption is stuck several years back and even if he was watching movies from the present, isnt the type to give any fuck over hollywood/actor buzz. he’s just a guy who’s lost on the streets somewhere in los angeles and he’s never gonna make it to—oh nvm yo dude can i have some directions
  • it has been SO LONG since somebody’s looked at jeremy and just kinda looked at him like a normal dude. no eye widening. no asking for a picture. this guy just flashes a bright smile that’s totally movie worthy, thanks jeremy, and leaves.
  • thatd be the end of that but they just keep meeting. 
  • jeremy gets a coffee? oh hey it’s lost guy! (this is where michael introduces himself to jeremy. he’s a programmer and he’s a bit new around here and when michael shakes his hand jeremy swears he understands that bit in the script of Play Rehearsal about heartbeats and hitched breaths. jeremy introduces himself as jeremy. jeremy heere. he waits for the pin to drop, for the recognition to come, but it doesnt. michael just quirks an eyebrow and says, “alright then, james bond.”)
  • (they share a table at the coffee shop and end up talking for the entire afternoon)
  • 3am and jeremy’s at the corner store because Snacks and oh god hey it’s michael with a basket full or energy drinks oh god, what are you DOING. they criticize each other’s 3am food choices and it’s so much fun. the cashier stares at jeremy (Jeremy Heere) a little awestruck, but doesnt say anything. michael doesnt notice.
  • they finally exchange numbers when michael literally fucking runs into jeremy while theyre on location for filming and STILL. NOTHING. jeremy doesnt mind anymore and is just happy he’s got a friend who doesnt know or care about celebrity shit.
  • but then of course you cant get out scot free 100% of the time. paparazzi gets a shot of jeremy, in costume, looking dashing, the perfect romcom lead, laughing and smiling at an Unknown Man.

(”He isn’t my boyfriend, oh my god,” Jeremy says into his hands. “I literally just met Michael a few weeks ago. We’re friends. He’s really nice.”

“And you’re telling me,” Jenna says very slowly. “That he has no idea who you are?”

“I mean, he knows I’m Jeremy Heere but he doesn’t know I’m Jeremy Heere.“ Jeremy’s life is so surreal that that sentence can make sense. 

“Was he living under a rock?” Rich asks, disbelieving.

“Under a Gamecube, probably, I don’t know.”)

  • idk how long i wanna push michael not knowing but my point is that jeremy Really Likes michael and totally doesnt wanna scare him off. the jeremy michael knows is nerdy jeremy who likes video games and not celebrity jeremy who makes people swoon with perfect smiles. 
  • so jeremy doesnt Tell him. and michael says just figures that jeremy likes hanging out at really weird times and loves hoodies and caps and sunglasses and always looks over his shoulder because of his anxiety. oh the fun these two will have…

SECRECY!! JEREMY PINING BECAUSE HE FEELS THAT MAYBE HE MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO DATE MICHAEL IF HE’S A CELEBRITY TYPECAST FOR ROMANCES!!! POSSIBLE MEDIA SHITSTORMS!!! MICHAEL MELL THE CLUELESS PROGRAMMER!!!

THE POSSIBILITIES FOR THIS ARE ENDLESS BUT I NEED TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW BC THIS IS TOO LONG. FUCK. THANKS FOR THIS AU WHICH WILL NOW HAUNT ME

My angel Pt.1!

I wake up to the warm sun against my skin, giving me the gentle nudge to stir me awake. I look over to the other side of the bed, to find the blankets folded over and her gone. I can’t help but let panic take over for a fraction of a second. I look over at the clock, it’s late in the morning. She probably got up hours ago and started her day.
I get out of the bed and quickly remake it, and then head to the bathroom to clean myself up. After I brush my teeth and take a quick ice cold shower, I just throw my jeans on and head downstairs. I enter the kitchen to see the girl of my dreams, standing at the counter, her back to me. The warm colors of the sun shining on her, making her look almost as if she’s a mirage. A beautiful angel, sent here to reward me. How do I deserve her? I surely don’t.
I quietly walk to her, and wrap my strong arms around her. I Nuzzle my head into her neck and kissing her as she pours her coffee. I’ll never forget the way she smells. Her shampoo, her perfume, she makes it look so effortless to be perfect. I hold her tight and a whisper escapes my lips, “mmm my angel”
She lets out a relaxed giggle, and without turning around she says “ I thought you’d never wake up.”
She wriggles free just enough to spin around and face me. Her gaze catches mine and I fall in love again. “ ohhh this is awkward, I thought you were someone else. You should probably leave, my boyfriend should be back soon” she says sarcastically, showing me her beautiful smile.
“ ha.ha.ha. Isn’t that just hilarious”. My hands go to her hips and I lift her and set her on the counter, she opens her legs a little to bring me in closer to her. She rests her hands on my bare chest, and the warmth from her touch almost overwhelms me. Her hands slide to my shoulders, then down my arms and continue until her little hands are in mine. Her eyes go to our hands and mine follow as she opens my hands up . Four little purple lines show in the palm of each of my hands. She looks back up at me, her eyes soft and searching mine.
“ whoa, what are those from?” I asked confused.
“ you had nightmares again last night baby. You had your fists so tight that I couldn’t even open them.”
“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that angel. I hate that it happens. I feel like an idiot. ” Her hands go to with side of my face and she lifts my head to look at her.
“ Hey. You listen to me. You can’t be ashamed of the things that have happened to you Stark, because they created who you are; the person I love. I will always be here, to help you heal.”
Her hands guide me closer and our lips meet. Waves of calmness wash over me as we kiss. Our lips part briefly and she calmly whispers with a playful tone, “ besides, I kind of like fixer-uppers. You’re like my little project”.
I can’t help but laugh at her smart ass comment, and then we continue kissing, her hands sliding down my body to my shoulders. Our kisses become more passionate, and our mouths open wider as the mood starts to change. My hands stroke up and down her bare thighs, stopping at the start of her shorts and then tracing to her knees over and over. The craving for eachother gets stronger and stronger between us, our hands beginning to venture over eachother instead of just resting like they once were. I lightly bite her bottom lips as we continue, which in turn makes her dig her nails into my back making me want to explode into a frenzy. But I refrain. Instead, my hands lift her shirt, higher and higher until she lifts her arms and I pull it off. Her legs wrap around me and my right hand rests on the small of her back, pressing her soft skin against mine, my left hand reaches around and I unclasp her bra. After removing that, my left and goes to the back of her neck and I bring her in close. I’m almost sure She can feel my heart beating with her chest against mine. Her hands go to my belt buckle and she quickly undoes it as well as my jeans. My pants now just hang off of my hips, the button and zipper undone. We work together to get her shorts and underwear off. I unbutton and unzip her shorts, and then she slides them off and tosses them out of the room. Her legs wrap around me again. She uses Her heals to pull down my jeans, which easily fall to the floor. I casually step out of them and slide them away, as my hand travels lower, lower, lower until my thumb is very gently tracing over her clit. She lets out a sigh.


Please like below for the 2nd part! I’ve got it waiting right for when when this post reaches 150 likes ;)

In Trials of Apollo, we need to see Artemis and Apollo reunite.

There are no exceptions. I want to see her saving Apollo and just seeing him in this puny mortal body, covered in blood, sweat, pain, and wounds, his face pure agony after all the shit he has gone through. I want to see her march over to him, punch him in the face and beat the shit out of him. Then she says “Look how low the “mighty” Apollo has fallen. You look like shit.“ And he’s like, "Thanks sis love you too.” She’s so pissed off and angry and relieved that he’s okay and not dead that she pulls him into the most bone-crushing hug, partially to hurt him partially because she was genuinely worried. “You are such an idiot, who gets turned mortal 3 times? Oh my gods you are so stupid! Father is beyond angry. Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to save your sorry ass all those times?! Look at you, you look like literal shit you’re so weak and defenseless is that acne oh my gods.” And Apollo is fighting back the tears because here’s his sister. Every other god has completely abandoned him but she’s still here. She sent help and support even if it broke Zeus’s rules and now here she is, saving his ass like old times. It feels good to be around someone familiar after all the shock and new experiences of being mortal, it just makes him feel better, at home.   And the people around them are like “Are you both…crying??” And they’re are like “WHAT. NO. OF COURSE NOT I HATE HIM/HER.” But they continue hugging and grossly sobbing because gods damnit the twins missed each other and you can’t tell me other wise.

Where…..is my Campstuck AU?


And I don’t mean making the kids into predetermined trolls (Max as Karkat, Neil as Sollux etc) although that’s pretty awesome too. I mean starting this shit ALL OVER AGAIN AND MAKING THEM INTO TROLLS JUST AS THEY ARE

So far I’m thinking:


Max, Neil, Nikki: The Kids™


David: Troll, Rust

He knows he’ll be the first to die but that won’t stop him from being the best darn troll he can be! Decent psychic abilities, but rarely if ever uses them. Has pale feelings for Daniel


Gwen: Troll, Bronze

The next one up…she knows she’s gonna die soon and doesn’t bother fighting it. Annoyed. Depressed. Just leave her alone. Has pale feelings for David, but won’t admit it


Harrison: Troll, Gold

Awesome psychic abilities, but no one takes them seriously because he’s so low on the hemospectrum. Lives alone because he made his lusus vanish by accident. In a kismessisitude with Nerris


Space Kid: Troll, Olive

Completely clueless. Everyone lower than him is annoyed that he’ll live longer than them, everyone higher is annoyed he’s not lower. Probably needs a moirail to keep him from accidentally dying, but no one is willing to volunteer– except Nurf??


Jasper: Troll, Jade

He hangs out with David the most, not much is known about him


Preston: Troll, Teal

Not too high on the hemospectrum, but not too low either. Used to be Nurf’s matesprit, but eventually found the courage to break it off. Now is the auspistice for Nerris and Harrison. Very overdramatic, longs for revolution, has gotten warnings before to shut up


Nerris: Troll, Cobalt

Her psychic powers are not as good as Harrison’s, and she resents that. Loves to FLARP, usually with Harrison and Preston, and roleplay. It was her idea to mess with the humans


Nurf: Troll, Indigo

Has no control over his own strength, usually found bullying lowerbloods. When Preston broke off their red relationship, he nearly murdered someone. May or may not have pale feelings for Space Kid–SHUT UP HE NEVER SAID THAT. Despite being an asshole, he tries to keep himself in check


Daniel: Troll, Purple

Do I even have to explain? Can’t decide if he likes David as red, pale, or black.


Dolph: Troll, Violet

He likes drawing a lot, but wouldn’t mind murdering a bunch of land-dwellers if the chance came up. Has red feelings for Ered that she knows about but doesn’t care.


Ered: Troll, Fuchsia

Being the next heiress should be cool. Doesn’t care much about blood caste one way or another–she’s too cool for that. Everyone respects her


///


Imagine what a session for them would be like.


Imagine Nikki introducing them to Sburb and being super excited because ‘guys this will be great!!’


Imagine Max finding his house being torn up by a way too enthusiastic Nikki– 'sorry, I just really wanted to see what your bathtub would look like on your bed!’


Imagine Neil rolling his eyes at first but okay time out what the hell is that a meteorite.


Imagine each troll taking over a kid to mess around with, just like in the comic. (Harrison tries to troll Nikki, but Nerris does too, so most of Nikki’s trolling is the two of them just trying to outdo each other. Ered also joins in at some point, but very briefly)

(Space Kid reaches out to Neil at first but Neil just blocks him–after eight more tries, Neil unblocks him, but refuses to fall for this shit, and Harrison eventually takes over.)

(Max is forced to deal with Preston giving him the most dramatic, overexaggerated guide-through ('and here, you must off your physical form to achieve godhood! ah, such is the fate of us mortals–’ 'wait hold up are you telling me to fucking KILL myself’) as well as David’s failed trolling attempts.)


Imagine Daniel starting to kill everyone off in a fit of religious purpleblood madness–he starts with Space Kid, and everyone realizes too late that when they said they wanted Space Kid dead, they didn’t mean it like this. Nurf is horrified when he finds out, and probably ends up giving himself to Daniel (not on purpose). Jasper is the next to go, and Daniel nearly reaches Gwen too before David leaps into shoosh-pap action. Gwen doesn’t know how to feel about this (He saved her?? But now he’s with Daniel??? And she liked him?????)


Imagine Max being first to reach godtier because 'wow, all I have to do is kill myself? I wanted to do that a LONG time now’.


Imagine who else would make godtier. And what classpect would they be? I’m sure Nikki and Neil would join on after Max, as well as maybe Nerris and Gwen (hell yeah, immortality)


Imagine them all meeting up with the trolls at last, and huh, Max didn’t know that the ridiculous drama queen trolling him was this cute. And weird, Neil hadn’t expected the idiot claiming he was psychic to be so charming.


Imagine Max being stunned to see David because 'you look like my dad…only younger…and greyer…and stuff’, and being met with a blank look because 'what’s a dad?’


Just….

Slay me with those Campstuck-fueled headcanons